Guns and Snowshoes - Or, the Winter Outing of the Young Hunters by Ralph Bonehill
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"Don't make so much noise," said Shep. "We'll never get any game if
you keep on talking." After that they went on a distance of a hundred yards in perfect silence. Then Giant came to a halt, and pointed up two trees in front of him. On the branches were half a dozen fat, gray squirrels. Again those carrying shotguns discharged their fowling pieces, and down came three of the largest of the squirrels. Then Snap let Whopper have his gun and down came another squirrel just as he was about to enter his hole. "Squirrels and more!" shouted Giant, rushing forward. "More?" queried Shep. "We shot only the squirrels." "True, but you've forgotten what the squirrels hide away." "Nuts!" exclaimed Whopper. "Just what we want, to eat in front of the camp-fire at night." It was an easy matter to locate the storehouses of the squirrels, and from each they took a quantity of nuts. They did not take all, for they did not wish the squirrels that were still alive to starve. "I guess we have got all the game we'll find around here," observed Shep, as they went on once more. "The banging away will make the rest of the game keep under cover." "Well, let us go around the lake anyway," answered Snap. "There is no |
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